Necromancer: I Am A Disaster - Chapter 37: What A Weird Guy; But That’s A Little Cute

I was a blind massage therapist, and I had come to the big city to work with Aunt Wu and Wang Xiru, but they always thought I was completely blind, often doing embarrassing things in front of me, even making some inappropriate demands...One, a charming mature woman, the other, a cool and aloof lady, every night I was tormented by them, unable to sleep...

Jiang Xinyu transmigrates into the 1950s without parents. In a time of famine with nothing to eat?But she just wants to live the life of a happy-go-lucky slacker...So she has to roll up her sleeves and fight!Carrying space, full of blessings!Heaven's favor, what you think is what you get.While others starve, she gains weight, determined to live out the luck she didn't have in her previous life.

She was originally a daughter of a thousand gold, but who would have thought that her father would be demoted to the south of the Five Ridges once. Start with a dilapidated house, nothing you want!

A broken house is a broken house. A family working together is better than anything else. Zhao Liya took her parents, brother, sister and righteous brother to open up wasteland and farm, and make a fortune. There are treasures everywhere in Lingnan. If you work hard to start a business, your life will become more and more prosperous.

In the process of working hard to farm and make money, she met a very compatible partner. She pointed east, and her partner would never go west. She said that she would go to the sea, but her partner would never go up the mountain. Making spices, opening a restaurant… My partner said: “Good!”

Zhao Liya is very satisfied, give her another fight with such a partner!

Partner: “Not good! Just me is enough!”

Later, when the partner’s identity was exposed, Zhao Liya clenched her fists, “It’s really enough to have you alone!”

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One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.